REDs shall fall under BLU's hand.
Be they small or be they grand,
Their red blood shall stain the sand.
Burn the air and boil each tree.
REDs shall never kill me.
And into the future, what I can see,
Is you with a face of glee.
Burn my soul and boil my heart.
RED shall not take us apart.
I belong wherever you start,
If only to help you push the cart.
Burn the sun and boil the land.
They'll just what I can
Do to keep us on the plan
That keeps us on this LAN.